Posts Tagged ‘#5’

Yesterday afternoon I was running errands.. and on that little errand jaunt I passed the hospital and LITERALLY thought.. "I haven't taken our kids to the emergency room since #2 was a baby!" 

You know what happens when a mom says that?

Sweet #5 and his goose egg.

I took all my kids to church and #5 was running in the youth room.. tripped and hit his head on a chair.  The result is that huge goose egg. 

Here's what the goose egg looks like today.

PS That kid has some SERIOUS eyebrows

This is #5.  He is 6 years old.. he has the biggest brown eyes and the longest eyelashes. ( I love that he looks slightly ornery with his new missing tooth.)  He has spent the majority of his life as the baby until 9 months ago when this kid came along.

#6

Now he's the baby.  #5 has been struggling for his new place in the family.. as the used-to-be baby.  On his road to becoming a big kid, he asked if he could make himself a sandwich. I said sure, and he went to the kitchen to make it.  

When the word "sandwich" is mentioned I think of this Hey Arnold:

Suzie! Make me a sandwich!

I thought he would come back with a peanut butter and jelly.  Or maybe a ham sandwich with mayo and mustard.  He didn't do any of those. 

He made a ketchup and dill pickle sandwich.  GROSS.  I watched him.. and he ate EVERY BITE. ewww…  Double points on the cute Winter-y plate too!

I was browsing though some old pictures and found this one.

Here is #5 and sweet baby #6.

This is the day he came home from the hospital.

They are pretty cute huh?  Wanna see if that kid has grown?

Maybe he has…

Just a little.

Today is my sweet baby #5's birthday.. He requested ham and cheese hobbits (aka to most people.. an omelet), biscuits and gravy (on another plate) and a chocolate doughnut.

#5 is a funny kid… This morning I was making his breakfast and he walked in and said; "Oh yea, you're making my breakfast! Keep it up!"

On this day.. with the muddy feet.. I didn't think he was so funny. One thing about this kid.. he likes to GET dirty.. but he hates to BE dirty. Which makes for a BIG laundry day when he goes outside to play.

Happy Birthday You Filthy Animal!